There are memories in everyone's life
Sometimes we cry thinking about how we laughed and laugh thinking about how we cried,
I made such memories in 6th grade.
Back then every lie told
Was to make memories of gold
When friends were everything
I wanted to be with .
The bond we shared
Was like a flower;
It blooms, becomes beautiful and fade away by time
Our friendship was stuck in between the reality of the world
And we all went through our own paths,
With a hope in heart that we'll meet again and sing the song that we wrote underneath our favourite tree~ Harshita giri
©harshie
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